I want a real fine car, fly Miami too; All the rum, I want to drink it, all the whiskey too. My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school; I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company. I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury.
And you can't call me lazy on a seven day a week; Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me. Yes, I want a gold ring, riding in a limousine; I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company. I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury.
Now listen, I'm a proud man, not a beggar walking on the street; I'm working so hard, to keep you from the poverty. I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury, oh yeah. I'm working so hard, I'm working so hard, Harder, harder, working, working, working,
I think it's such a strange thing, giving me concern; Half the world it got nothing the other half got money to burn. My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school; I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh, yeah. I'm working so hard, oh, yeah.
Working on a Sunday in refinery; Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me. All the rum, I want to drink it, I got responsibility; I'm working so hard to keep you from the poverty, oh, yeah. I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh, yeah. I'm working so hard, oh, yeah. Harder, harder, working, working...
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